It didn’t take long for A Tong’s mood to change.
One moment he was calm… the next, his tiny face was full of frustration.
His snack was late.
And that was a big problem.
He sat there watching Mom, his eyes following every movement as she prepared his food. To her, it was just a few minutes.
To A Tong—
It felt like forever.
His lips slowly pushed forward into a deep pout.
His brows tightened.
His tiny hands started to wave impatiently.
Then—
“AHHHHH!”
He screamed loudly.
His voice filled the room as he kicked his little legs and shook his body in pure baby anger. Tears quickly formed in his eyes, his face turning red with emotion.
He was hungry.
Very hungry.
And waiting was not an option.
“Mama! Mama!”
He cried again, louder this time, reaching forward as if he could pull the snack out of her hands faster.
Mom tried to calm him. “I’m making it, baby… just wait.”
But A Tong didn’t agree.
He answered with another sharp scream, his whole body bouncing with frustration. To him, this wasn’t a small delay—
It was a serious emergency.
He cried harder, louder, making sure everyone knew exactly how he felt about this situation.
Finally—
Mom finished preparing the snack.
She came over and lifted him gently, bringing the food close.
The moment he saw it, his cries softened into quick little sniffles. And the second he took the first bite—
Silence.
Peace.
His body relaxed instantly, his tiny face returning to calm as if nothing dramatic had happened at all.
Mom smiled and shook her head.
Because sometimes, for a hungry little baby—
Waiting even one minute too long feels like the biggest problem in the world.
